NO.16 Experimental body

Through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass, you can see the lights and neon lights of thousands of families. It is hard to imagine that this is the last holy place built by humans in a hundred years.

It seems so peaceful, so gentle.

The woman was wearing a red evening dress with thin suspenders. Her ivory white skin seemed to reveal a sweet fragrance. On her slender and tender arm was a butterfly that was about to fly.

Her hair was pulled up high and fastened with a diamond starfish.

The woman stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, her smile had a kind of elegance soaked in time.

"Ma'am." The man in an ordinary black suit, with a high forehead and light blue eyes, his voice was flat and featureless, just like his face, "Ma'am, it's ten o'clock."

"I know." The woman nodded and said directly, "Take me to your master."

"Yes." Ken half-bent down, stretched out his white gloved hand like a gentleman, "Ma'am, this way please."

It was a [-]-meter-square room, with exquisite crystal chandeliers, pure cashmere carpets, beautiful murals, and a bed that was huge enough to sleep four or five big men, and a man in black pajamas sitting on the bed smoking a cigarette.

The man stood up, gently lifted the woman's wrist, and kissed the back of her hand: "Welcome, beautiful lady."

"Who are you?" Madam pulled her hand away, with the same smile on her face, not a bit panicked when she saw a strange man in such an erotic room, "I hope to talk to Mr. K directly, and also Not here."

"Oh, ma'am. I'm Caesar." Caesar showed an aggrieved smile, like a poor child, "Ma'am, you know, Mr. K doesn't have so much time. Is it true that I'm not as good as Mr. K? Don't want to sit down and talk to me."

The madam pursed her lips. Under the soft yellow light, her delicate ivory skin was like a rose soaked in water. It was very charming, and even the small wrinkles eroded by the years after the corners of her lips were pursed were so alluring.

Caesar held his wife's soft waist, and his voice was as intoxicating as licking his ears: "Oh, madam. You can't help yourself." After speaking, his hand gently opened the zipper on the woman's back, "Maybe, before we talk, we can make out. I'm so horny for you."

Madam didn't move, it didn't seem like she was refusing, she didn't seem to welcome her.

Caesar walked from the back of the woman to the front of the woman, his slightly dry lips enfolded the woman's collarbone, and then slowly moved down, he brought her to the bed, chatted about the woman's floor-length red dress, and sat on the woman, As rude as a lion in heat.

When the wrist was pinched severely, Madam finally spoke: "Except Mr. K, I will not tell anyone where the chip is."

She spoke so calmly and with certainty, Caesar tore open the woman's skirt with brute force, look at her pair of brown eyes, she looks like a little wild cat, she is playing a game with you!

It's really hateful. Doesn't anyone in this world know where the damn chip is except her?Caesar finally stopped annoyed when he stripped the woman almost completely. He kissed the white skin behind the woman's ear and made a wet sound on purpose: "Madam, you have won."

Caesar stood up and found a women's pajamas from the cabinet next to him, then he lay back on the bed and watched the woman get up and put on her clothes gracefully, his voice was aggrieved like a child being bullied: "Am I really So unattractive?"

"Mr. K's subordinates, there is no one that I can underestimate." Madam fastened her belt and looked at the blond man who seemed to be cheating and unwilling to get up from the bed. "Mr. Caesar's name is even more famous."

"Then why don't you like me?" The voice was even more aggrieved and pitiful.

"Because... I am a woman." The lady looked away from the man for the first time, and the smile on her lips was bitter, because behind Caesar's hot and crazy enthusiasm was the notorious poison.

"Well, women are qualified to be willful." Caesar straightened his clothes, pushed away the big cabinet where the clothes should have been hung, and there was a spiral staircase inside, and then bent over like a housekeeper, "Excuse me, I can't leave here, K Sir, it is waiting for you below."

"Thank you." Madam nodded. Standing at the door, she suddenly turned her head and looked at the handsome and tall man in front of her with a playful smile. "If I can come back, can I sleep here for one night?"

"Of course. It's a great honor." Caesar kissed the woman's soft and sweet lips, so hot, like a fire touching diesel oil, "Are you really unwilling to stay?"

Madam smiled, leaving a back view.

"Ken." Caesar slowly closed the cupboard door, the smile on his lips narrowed bit by bit, and became cold, like a hard sculpture, "Let those little things out, I think the lady below will be very happy .”

"Then the chip?"

"Without this woman, everyone would not have a chip." Caesar raised his chin slightly, "If I can't get the queen, then everyone can't even think about getting the queen.

Ken hesitated for a moment, then suddenly said: "Recently, General Baker has made a big move."

"Old stuff." Caesar frowned and scolded, his face even colder. "Has Du Jing started to study TH again?"

"Yes, the temple has been reopened, and the follow-up equipment is being transported quickly." Ken's tone was a little weird, "Du Jing is just a genetic researcher, does he know about TH? If there is a mission in the temple, it will be like Like 18 years ago..."

"Then he is the second Du Mingshan." Caesar asserted mercilessly, "It's useless to keep it."

The passage was getting darker and darker, but the smell of blood was getting stronger and stronger. The woman's heartbeat suddenly became faster. She had already realized something when she was on it. Women's intuition is often so keen, but she can't turn back.

Every man is innocent of his guilt.

Blame it, she's just a woman who accidentally got a chip.Because of this ghost, she abandoned her child and career, and wandered around to escape, but she was finally found.

Madam took down the diamond ring that was hidden in her hair. It turned out that the part hidden in her hair had been sharpened and sharpened. She squatted by the corner of the wall. The dank walls made her shiver.

Seeing Mr. K was indeed an unrealistic idea.The woman bit her lip, she could already hear some creepy roars, and the sound of nails scratching the wall.

Why should I come down?the woman asked herself.She is smart and brave, but she is also afraid, afraid in such a place where she can't see her fingers but can hear horrible voices.

The woman touched the tattoo on her arm. She had touched the butterfly tattoo countless times. She could clearly find every arc on the butterfly's wings. She stabbed the sharp part of the diamond ring down on the edge of the butterfly's wings.

Then along the edge line, bit by bit, tearing off the layer of flesh, the woman touched a piece of cold and flexible metal film, and she carefully took it out.

The lady found the lattice-shaped manhole cover she stepped on just now, and she threw the chip down.

Those wheezing sounds were getting closer, the woman leaned against the wall, hugged her shoulders, and continued to ask herself.

Why should I come down?

Because I'm so tired, too tired to live anymore.

My husband is a lunatic who died a long time ago, and the poor child I abandoned must be dead. In those dirty places, even an adult may not have the ability to survive. Now it is my turn to go down. hell.

The rotten smell became more intense. Madam was a little thankful that it was dark here, so dark that she couldn't see those disgusting things, those eyeballs were covered with yellow mucous membranes, covered with corpse spots, and rotting flesh kept falling off her body. Zombies with no other senses either.